Tonight, I'm ending it all.

One pill,
Two pills,
Three pills,
Four,
Take my last breath, then I'm dead on the floor,
Saying goodnight to the day,
Watching as my world fades slowly away.

God wasn't there, Parents couldn't save me,
Raised an angel,
But broken wings have become of me,
Happiness packed it's bags and left out the door,
Love became an alcoholic and I have to travel to see him on the third floor.
To much pain, to many tears,
Now I have to let go of all my fears...

One pill,
Two pills,
Three pills,
Four,
Nothing but numbness down to the core,
Closing my eyes,
Feeling the sadness build up more,
I'm at my breaking point.

No need for the joint.. I've got Oxy Cotton and Trazodone.
Popping open my bottles,
I guess I'm an adrenaline junkie
Because these pills are going down fast,
One more bottle to go.
My heart is slowing,
My legs growing weak,
My eyes growing heavy, permanently closing.

One pill,
Two pills,
Three pills,
Four.....
Here I am, and there I stay.
I'm dead on the floor.